I know it was sometime after I quit watching the Monday Night Football Game and started watching the replay of last nights Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.
I am sure Kyle was bitchy and Lisa was snarky.
And Kim said something stupid, right?
But now the brain waves have begun to weave their path from Delta to Beta.
I notice it is quiet and dark.
I hear T softly snoring.
I wonder. I wait a minute. Maybe I will get back into my dream.
It is dark, but it is November so that does not mean anything. I might be okay today.
I roll over and half open an eye.
It happens all the time, yet I am always surprised to see that time on the clock.
Daylight savings be damned. When I don't sleep through the night I wake at 3:30.
It can be very productive time for my housework, my catching up on Facebook, my blog. But I don't think it is very productive in helping one deal with the general stress of life.
Insert soft sigh here.
I re-read and polish the few lines I have mustered out of my sleep deprived brain. My alarm goes off and I hear Aretha sing, "Angels We Have Heard on High."